ELIMINATED: CONSTANCE STEINBERG and DR. BEATRICE BLACK
Constance
I walked along the beach and saw the plane wreck and other survivors. Oh fiddlesticks, not those damn young'uns! I had better hide from them. It was getting dark out, and I needed a place to sleep. There was a large pile of leaves laying here, I might as well try it. Oh wait, I forgot to take my pills! Ah, forget it! Who needs meds when you're relaxing?
Dr. Black
I saw her, so old and helpless. My urges were filling me up like a shaken up can of soda. Just one... little... incision. That's all, and I'll feel better and never have these thoughts again. Yeah! I waited for the old lady to fall asleep, and I slithered through the sand quietly, about to strike my prey. But I wasn't the only thing on the island stalking prey. I heard a loud roar and turned my head around. It was a great and powerful lion. "Somebody help! There's a lion! I-".
Constance
What was that sound? "Somebody help!" Why can't those young folk just go to sleep at a reasonable time, like 7:30? "Be quiet missy!" I shout all irritated. The voice kept screaming. "There's a lion! I-" and then there were no more screams. "Finally, some peace and quiet for my poor delicate ears." And then there was a growl behind me. "Now you listen here, I lived through both world wars, and..." is all I said until I realized that it was a lion that growled. "Is that you Eugene?" I say as I look to the heavens. The lion opens it's mouth wide. I get up, walk back a couple yards, and run as fast as my little ol' granny legs can carry me. I then dive into the lion like an Olympic diver, scoring a perfect 10/10.
Ryan
What's that loud noise? It sounded like a lion or a tiger! I got out of my hut and see Constance Steinburg take a running dive into a lion's mouth. Am I really that drunk? I only had a bottle or two. The lion swallowed Connie and looked around the camp. "Oh no you don't!" I shout and aim my gun at the lion's side. The lion started running towards me at a surprisingly fast pace, considering it ate Constance. "It's either you or the survivors, Mr. Lion." There would be no easy way for the survivors to use spears against the lions without getting maimed. I shoot a couple of rounds at the lion and it falls to it's side. "If any other lions want to mess with me, they can expect the same thing." I must have hit it's heart or a vital organ because it died fast. I wouldn't be lion if I said kiling that lion was a hard choice. "I wonder what lion tastes like," I say to myself and I pull the carcass towards the hut I was in. I can't wait to make a headpiece to wear this. Ryan Hounsome, Lion Hunter.
STRONGEST CHARACTER: LT. GEN RYAN HOUNSOME
ELIMINATED: CONSTANCE STEINBERG and DR. BEATRICE BLACK
Constance
I walked along the beach and saw the plane wreck and other survivors. Oh fiddlesticks, not those damn young'uns! I had better hide from them. It was getting dark out, and I needed a place to sleep. There was a large pile of leaves laying here, I might as well try it. Oh wait, I forgot to take my pills! Ah, forget it! Who needs meds when you're relaxing?
Dr. Black
I saw her, so old and helpless. My urges were filling me up like a shaken up can of soda. Just one... little... incision. That's all, and I'll feel better and never have these thoughts again. Yeah! I waited for the old lady to fall asleep, and I slithered through the sand quietly, about to strike my prey. But I wasn't the only thing on the island stalking prey. I heard a loud roar and turned my head around. It was a great and powerful lion. "Somebody help! There's a lion! I-".
Constance
What was that sound? "Somebody help!" Why can't those young folk just go to sleep at a reasonable time, like 7:30? "Be quiet missy!" I shout all irritated. The voice kept screaming. "There's a lion! I-" and then there were no more screams. "Finally, some peace and quiet for my poor delicate ears." And then there was a growl behind me. "Now you listen here, I lived through both world wars, and..." is all I said until I realized that it was a lion that growled. "Is that you Eugene?" I say as I look to the heavens. The lion opens it's mouth wide. I get up, walk back a couple yards, and run as fast as my little ol' granny legs can carry me. I then dive into the lion like an Olympic diver, scoring a perfect 10/10.
Ryan
What's that loud noise? It sounded like a lion or a tiger! I got out of my hut and see Constance Steinburg take a running dive into a lion's mouth. Am I really that drunk? I only had a bottle or two. The lion swallowed Connie and looked around the camp. "Oh no you don't!" I shout and aim my gun at the lion's side. The lion started running towards me at a surprisingly fast pace, considering it ate Constance. "It's either you or the survivors, Mr. Lion." There would be no easy way for the survivors to use spears against the lions without getting maimed. I shoot a couple of rounds at the lion and it falls to it's side. "If any other lions want to mess with me, they can expect the same thing." I must have hit it's heart or a vital organ because it died fast. I wouldn't be lion if I said kiling that lion was a hard choice. "I wonder what lion tastes like," I say to myself and I pull the carcass towards the hut I was in. I can't wait to make a headpiece to wear this. Ryan Hounsome, Lion Hunter.